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, saewoi (2019-10-21)
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Ill be preparing myself to go out as a missionary to preach liberty to them that are enslaved?your harem inmates amongst the rest. Ill get admitted there, and Ill stir up mutiny and you, three-tailed bashaw as you are, sir, shall in a trice find yourself fettered amongst our hands: nor will I, for one, consent to cut your bonds till you have signed a charter, the most liberal that despot ever yet conferred.
Ill be preparing myself to go out as a missionary to preach liberty to them that are enslaved?your harem inmates amongst the rest. Ill get admitted there, and Ill stir up mutiny and you, three-tailed bashaw as you are, sir, shall in a trice find yourself fettered amongst our hands: nor will I, for one, consent to cut your bonds till you have signed a charter, the most liberal that despot ever yet conferred. My dear children, pursued the black marble clergyman, with pathos, this is a sad, a melancholy occasion for it becomes my duty to warn you, that this girl, who might be one of Gods own lambs, is a little castaway: not a member of the true flock, but evidently an interloper and an alien. You must be on your guard against her you must shun her example if necessary, avoid her company, exclude her from your sports, and shut her out from your converse. Teachers, you must watch her: keep your eyes on her movements, weigh well her words, scrutinise her actions, punish her body to save her soul: if, indeed, such salvation be possible, for (my tongue falters while I tell it) this girl, this child, the native of a Christian land, worse than many a little heathen who says its prayers to Brahma and kneels before Juggernaut?this girl is?a liar! They say, Farewell, or any other form they prefer.
巡Ÿ̰ŰӱĢ As she said this, she approached her tall person and ample garments so near the window, that I was obliged to bend back almost to the breaking of my spine: in her eagerness she did not observe me at first, but when she did, she curled her lip and moved to another casement. The post-chaise stopped the driver rang the door-bell, and a gentleman alighted attired in travelling garb but it was not Mr. Rochester it was a tall, fashionable-looking man, a stranger.
귿ӱĢ I might say it to almost any one: but would it be true of almost any one? This, sir, was purple: the lips were swelled and dark the brow furrowed: the black eyebrows widely raised over the bloodshot eyes. Shall I tell you of what it reminded me?
ӱĢ What is it and who did it? he asked
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